Open Letter to Ronald W. Reagan on the Occasion of Good News
by Shelton Hull
Dear Mr. Reagan:
I’ve known for some time that you were suffering from the
ravages of Alzheimer’s Disease and that you are now past the point of ever
appearing in public again. My grandmother died of Alzheimer’s when I was
11,
so I know firsthand–well, secondhand–how horrible and tragic it is,
especially when it strikes a man like you, whose voluminous intellect was
once the envy of trailer parks across the world that you, and you alone,
made safe from communism. My earliest memory of politics is being six
years
old in 1984, riding down the street in my mother’s green Pontiac LeMans,
my
precocious head out the window yelling “Vote for Reagan!” Sixteen years later,
you probably lack the mental fitness to cast an informed ballot, which
makes
you, as always, the quintessential conservative.
Yes, well Mr. Reagan, I was just writing to let you know what an evil
piece
of shit you are and how greatly I anticipate the moment when you finally
exit my fucking planet, stage far-right. It brings such great joy to my
heart to think of you, once the most powerful man in the world, now lying
in
your own feces, drooling, staring blankly ahead at something only you can
see, unable to feed or clean yourself, ranting incoherently while your
family stands around crying, trying to remember what you used to be. Ooh,
my
soul feels so warm right now… You, whose first job in politics was as a
rat-bastard snitch, selling out your fellow bad actors, tossing them onto
the anti-communist bonfires of the ’50s with not a moment’s indecision.
You
knew when the studio made you play straight-man to a monkey that you
needed
a new profession, a new way to pay your alimony to that chick from Falcon
Crest. And so you became a professional liar, and finally found your place
in this world.
Mr. Reagan, I hope the first few years of your eternity are spent being
gang-raped by all the homosexuals who died of AIDS because you felt their
plight unworthy of public funds and private concern back when the problem
could still be fixed. The CDC could’ve isolated the first cases way back
in
the early ’80s, set up quarantines, aggressive testing and so forth, and
maybe limited the spread of AIDS to just a few hundred or just a few
thousand people. But faggots, niggers and junkies don’t vote Republican,
so
what the fuck did you care? I bet you liked the idea of thinning the herd
a
little bit, huh? After all, you were governor of California when the free
love movement and its adjacent activist concerns first popped up in the
’60s. Longhairs, hippies, dope fiends, feminazi bitches and whores in long
flowing skirts– you fought them tooth and nail like a good little
demagogue.
You hated them then, and you hate them now… actually, you probably hate
that catheter jammed up your urethra a little more these days. Your
so-called Moral Majority was a dying institution before it was even
formed,
using the good name of Jesus Christ to advance a set of core beliefs that
even Pontius Pilate would’ve distanced himself from. Telling people that
their bodies are foul and should not be shown to others, that sex outside
of
heterosexual marriage in the course of procreation is an affront to
God… AIDS gave those people, most of whom were greedy, wifebeating,
adulterous pedophiles, an excuse to talk shit about things they had no
conception of. “Why waste money saving lives? We’ve got Central American
peasants to slaughter!” And now it’s too late, the disease has spread
worldwide, the people of Africa, who survived your support of regimes that
tortured their men, raped their women, starved their children and killed
everyone they could, stand a fine chance of total extinction within this
century. But you won’t live to see it…
Mr. Reagan, do you even remember what your body looked like before the
tubes and the bedsores, before the aggressive physical and mental atrophy
that started before you even got your party’s nomination? You must have
seen
this coming when you found yourself dozing off at Cabinet meetings– not
that
your attention was needed or anything. Your soul has been gone for a long
long
time; your body is just trying to catch up. You, Reagan, the iron man who
brought down the Iron Curtain, who could not be killed by bullets or
cancer,
will someday be killed by karma, because bullets and cancer are much too
fast and way too easy for God’s holy satisfaction. Ronnie, Jehovah wants
you
to die real slow, to pull your mind and soul up to Heaven and make you
look
down on yourself, see yourself as the rational world sees you, because
only
then will you realize that you always were, and will forever be, dead
fucking wrong. Have a nice day.